The girl, she's standing in the corner.
Do you see her?
Of course not, she's standing on the dimensional border.
But I see her, even if her image is a blur.
She stands facing towards you.
Almost as if she can infact see you through.
She points in your direction.
Her staring at you, it defines complexion.
Do you see the dog in beside her?
He looks at you as if you killed him and the girl.
But you still don't see them, your ability to perceive them, is in a whir.
The dog, with his fur as smooth as silk.
Bows down as if missing his front legs.
The whites in his eyes, as white as milk.
Each tooth are as sharp as a knife
Stained with blood from beyond our life.
Their images start changing before my eyes.
The dog develops a bullet wound, and out of it crawl flies.
The girls neck begins to slit open, revealing the muscle.
These happen, and my mind starts to hustle,
They walk towards us, chanting.
The dog is gurgling, instead of panting.
I look over at you, with a look of despair.
You look at them and say "I'll kill him too, if it means your repair!"
I can't move.
Invisible ropes tie me down, slitting into my skin, grooves.
The panic begins to set in.
My heart beats Bum-bin Bum-bin Bum-bin.
The shapening knife, screeching.
I pray to god, for I need himmto start preaching.
You come back with the knife in hand, as I begin to gloat.
Your arm swings back, and stabs memin the throat.
